My white picket fence
“My white picket fence would appear. Everything behind closed doors would be perfect.”
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Category: Growth
My addiction to drama didn’t excite me anymore
“My addiction to drama didn’t excite me anymore; it just created more blind tragedy to recover from, on a bigger scale, at a later time.”
an unnecessary beating of wills
“With my reckless behavior it was commonplace to beat down others for my own benefit. I found myself alone. Ridiculously alone . . . an unnecessary beating of wills.”
I had become complacent
“I had become complacent. Manipulating relationships was my sole means of survival.”
